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He closed the distance between us in two giant steps. His hand shot out and roughly gripped the back of my neck as he pulled me into a sultry kiss. It all happened too quickly for me to think to pull away or do anything about it, so I just gave in and let it happen.
Our first kiss at the alter was chaste compared to this.
His lips possessed mine as though they belonged to him, and maybe in some way they did. His kiss revealed his true hunger for me, and I knew my lips were going to be sore for a good long while after this was over.
The truth was that I kissed him back with just as much ravenous desire.
His tongue wound with mine first, but I met him with increasing intensity, wanting to taste every bit of him in that single kiss. His hand gripped the back of my head harder, holding me captive with nothing more than his fingers. By the time he pulled away, my heart was hammering so rapidly that I worried that I was having a heart attack. As if he sensed my unsteadiness, his other hand pressed against my lower back as I slowly got a hold of myself.
“Goodnight, Mrs. Reznikov,” he purred.
“Goodnight, Mr. Reznikov,” I answered shyly, feeling his kiss on my lips long after he swept out of the room. The door closed behind him, leaving me all alone.
I allowed my dress to slip down past my hips, baring my naked body as the silk pooled on the floor. I picked it up and laid it across the creamy velvet chaise lounge, gazing longingly at the gown. If only it had been him taking it off instead of me.
I walked into the bathroom and filled the tub with scented oils and bubble bath. It filled far faster than I expected, and I stepped inside, cautiously lowering myself into the hot water with a sigh. I leaned back, finding the shape of the tub perfectly suited to my height. There was a waterproof tablet situated within reach, and I used it to turn on a soothing music channel within one of the apps. Beautifully soulful notes of a piano and violin danced together, and I sighed and let the aromas of orange, ginger, and jasmine lull me into a relaxed state.
I soaked for more than an hour before I shampooed and conditioned my hair. I thoroughly washed my face and then the rest of my body. When I was finally done, I rinsed off in the shower and wrapped myself in one of the fluffy heated towels. The tiles had heated beneath my toes, a luxury that I’d never noticed before. Truthfully, it felt quite nice.
Every part of the experience felt like luxury. When I emerged from the bathroom, I noticed that there was a gift box wrapped on the bed with a handwritten note on top.
It would please me if you wore this to bed for me tonight. Sleep well, moya malyshka.
Sergei
Excitedly, I opened the box to find a decadently soft, scarlet satin nightshirt. I was overjoyed to find a matching pair of panties, and I slipped them over my hips. I pulled the shirt over my head, and it fell to the middle of my thighs. Metallic gold buttons kept the front shut and I undid the top one, revealing part of my chest in a way that made me feel infinitely sexier. It was loose enough to feel comfortable, but it fell around my body in such a way that complemented my curvy shape at the same time.
Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion hit me, and I yawned. I slipped into the enormous king bed, wrapping myself in the luxury of a sheet set that was probably a million-thread count or something crazy like that. I pulled the covers up and closed my eyes.
I fell asleep within minutes, and that night, I dreamed about my new husband slipping into my bedroom late one night so that he could have his way with me.
I woke up the next morning soaking wet.
* * *
He didn’t join me in bed that night, nor did he come to my room the one after, or even the one that followed. He did wish me goodnight every evening and sealed it with a kiss that was even more possessively mesmerizing than any of the ones before it.
When I asked for something specific to eat, he saw to it that it was prepared for me in the kitchens. He provided for my every craving, no matter what it was, without question or complaint. Each day he pampered me with gifts, be it a sexy pair of lingerie or something to wear around the house, and everything in between. He planned several romantic candlelit dinners, and I went to bed each night needier than the first.
Since it was early summer, I didn’t have any classes to attend, other than a virtual one I’d signed up for to fulfill one of the liberal arts credits I needed to graduate. It kept me busy in the afternoons, but afterwards I used my time to explore the mansion, along with the grounds.
The gardens were my favorite part of the property. Whether it was day or night, it was easy to traverse the cobblestone paths and enjoy the beautiful flowering roses, hydrangeas, and lilacs that covered the grounds. Sometimes, if I found myself restless in the middle of the night, I’d put on a shirt and a pair of yoga pants and go for a walk among the flowers in my slippers.
Unlike the city, it was quiet out here. The stars seemed brighter in the sky, and the intricate details of the moon were sharper than I remembered them being.
It was a quiet luxury that I very much enjoyed.
I’m not sure what woke me up late one night, but my muscles ached. I didn’t dare press my fingers into my panties, knowing what I’d find. My dreams had been plagued by my husband, of his hands touching me, of him pulling me into a kiss, and then of him making love to me sweetly, gently, roughly, and every which way in between.
I didn’t know what was stopping me from touching myself. Maybe it was because I wanted it to be him or maybe because I was afraid that he might hear me moaning his name in my room all alone in the dark.
I shivered and slipped into the closet. I dressed in a soft pair of black yoga pants and an oversized, pink velvet sweatshirt before I stole down the hallway. I paused by his door, wondering if he was inside sleeping. The door was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open, noting that his bed was still made and hadn’t been slept in. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I glanced back over my shoulder as my mind spun with possibilities. It was entirely plausible that he was still upstairs in his study, or maybe he was off somewhere else. Maybe he’d fallen asleep on the luxurious brown leather couch up there. He’d left the house on business several times, but he had always told me that he was leaving and would return soon.
I padded through the house, keeping silent as best as I could. There was a staff wing towards the rear of the house, and I didn’t want to wake anyone as I slipped past it and exited through one of the back doors that led directly into the gardens.
The night was exceedingly clear, and the stars glittered sharply overhead. It was a full moon, so there was enough light once my eyes adjusted to the surrounding darkness. Even so, there were several dim lights that brightened the path, making it easy to tread along in the dark.
A muffled bang in the distance caught me by surprise, making me jump as I pressed my hand to my chest. It had been in the direction of the rear of the house. I assumed it was an old car muffler or something, since there had to be some road nearby other than the one that we’d driven in on.
